120: Chapter 110: Senior Brother Lai Wins (Please Subscribe) 120: Chapter 110: Senior Brother Lai Wins (Please Subscribe) Mo Wen cast a Spiritual Aura Halo above himself to block a few blows; he had no desire to be knocked unconscious by an axe.
With an elegant leap, he landed below the Martial Arts Plaza, smiling.
Even if he lost, he wanted to lose with grace.
Mo Wen had always kept a low profile and practiced cultivation diligently.
It was just that he was less perceptive than others and required more time.
Yet he had the heart to accept a loss willingly.
His shortcomings were that he didn’t come from as wealthy a background and his spells were relatively simple.
Having matched his opponent for so long, he also gained some experience.
Having lost, Mo Wen approached Lai Jianlin, who hadn’t yet had his turn, and flashed an embarrassed smile:
“It’s your turn now, Junior Brother Lai…”
“Hmm, I’ll do my best.” Lai Jianlin didn’t say much.
More words would only be consolation and perhaps such consolation wouldn’t be accepted by some, considering it to be kicking someone when they’re down, or even mockery.
When it was his turn, Lai Jianlin leaped onto the First Martial Platform.
Joining him was a rather short and agile man, slightly plump and evidently a practitioner of Body Cultivation.
The man didn’t greet him but immediately unleashed a wave of Spiritual Power to attack.
Lai Jianlin noticed that the man was at the Initial Stage of Foundation Establishment.
His appearance didn’t differ much from those of Ancient Xia Country, except that he was a bit shorter and chubbier but moved with a hint of slyness.
The man’s immediate attack upon stepping onto the Martial Platform was both within and against the rules.
After all, everyone was fellow disciples.
Perhaps this person was desperate to win.
Lai Jianlin used Golden Magic for both defense and offense, creating a golden wall in front of him.
The opponent’s Spiritual Power struck the golden wall, which emitted streaks of Golden Light that shot back at the attacker.
The short man released needles from his body, which contained a sort of corrosive liquid.
The needles hit the golden wall, and the spots where they touched dissolved into holes.
The needles continued to shoot towards Lai Jianlin with formidable force.
Lai Jianlin hadn’t expected the man’s needles to have such an effect; they didn’t seem to be ordinary Magical Treasures.
The short man had already recognized that Lai Jianlin’s Cultivation was higher than his own.
If he didn’t resort to his secret weapon, he wouldn’t easily defeat his opponent.
Seeing Lai Jianlin dodge his attack, a corner of the man’s mouth curled into a sly smile.
No matter how high these people’s Cultivation was, they couldn’t guess that his hidden weapon had been soaked in a liquid.
It could dissolve any substance on contact, and the human body was even less able to withstand it.
The Golden Core Elders on the high platform, along with the audience below, all thought that the opponent’s hidden Magical Treasure was incredibly powerful.
In the midst of the battle, Lai Jianlin smelled a strong medicinal scent.
It was like a poison, yet not a poison, and extremely unpleasant.
Knowing the needles were formidable, he scattered a handful of seeds.
Soaring Trees instantly grew, and he climbed onto a trunk.
Using a Wood Spell, Leaf Cutting Flower Flying, tree needles danced around, and roots wrapped like binding cattle.
The short man, whose attack hadn’t hit the target, seemed to have a magnetic force in his hand, drawing the scattered needles back to the center and launching them again at his opponent.
Like a human eye, the trees and leaves touched by the needles instantly turned into liquid before his eyes.
A foul smell lingered in the air, but this stench was localized only to the Martial Platform.
To those watching from outside, it seemed the opponent’s Magical Treasure was formidable, reducing everything it hit to liquid.
Ding Ling watched the First Martial Platform with furrowed brows, worried for Lai Jianlin.
Losing wasn’t dreadful, but being hit by the opponent’s Magical Treasure was.
Mo Wen was also watching nervously.
Before, he had been observing all four Martial Platforms, but now his focus was entirely on the First Martial Platform.
He had never seen such hidden weapons in all his life, that would turn any touched object into liquid.
They were much more powerful than other Magical Treasures, even more so than Talismans.
Lai Jianlin was at the Foundation Establishment Stage; some Talismans couldn’t truly kill him.
But such a ruthless hidden weapon could potentially harm him.
He stared intently at the martial platform above, his gaze tense as his hands formed into fists, the blue veins in his arms bulging out.
“Sister Ding Ling, have you ever seen such a mighty magical treasure?”
“I haven’t, and I don’t know what kind of magical treasure it is.”
Ding Ling replied without looking at Mo Wen or turning her head, all her attention and concern were fixed on the First Martial Platform.
Both the audience disciples below and the Golden Core elders on the platform were curious about what kind of needle that was.
Of the four martial platforms used for the competition, the most eye-catching was the First Martial Platform.
The reason the First Martial Platform drew the most attention was not only because of the out-of-bounds duel that forced the opponent into a tight spot but also because of the opponent’s hidden weapon, which piqued everyone’s curiosity.
Those outside didn’t smell the medicine, assuming it was just a very spicy needle.
The Cultivation World has the Tang Sect, whose poisons are notoriously difficult to guard against.
The worm poison used by wizards is also unblockable.
These were the Immortal Sect’s competitions, not encounters with noble clans and enemies outside; the Immortal Sect had vetted the identity of every disciple upon their reception.
To prevent infiltration by those belonging to the Demon Sect—an outcast faction in the cultivation world.
Some of the more powerful magical treasures are impossible to guard against; everyone has their secrets.
Amidst it all, Lai Jianlin smelled that stench mixed with medicinal odor and knew it was the scent of corrosion—he couldn’t identify what kind of medicinally-treated needle it was.
Lai Jianlin, while dodging, could only erect a series of golden walls, hoping they would fend off the opponent’s needles.
He also deployed Earth Spells.
They were on the martial platform in the fighting arena, where Earth Spells had a minor drawback—they couldn’t shovel earth to attack the enemy.
Just days ago, when he had competed with Mo Wen on the mountain, he had anticipated that there would be various disadvantages on the stage.
Using his storage bag and storage ring, he had packed many rocks and clumps of dirt from the mountain.
He hadn’t expected that he would actually need them at this moment.
Lai Jianlin’s mind flickered with a few thoughts in just an instant, but now wasn’t the time for distraction.
A moment’s inattention could lead to death right here.
Even though there was an array safeguarding the place, there was still the potential for disciples from either side to die during the combat.
Being killed by an opponent during a competition within the Immortal Sect raised the question—what about competitions outside?
Or if you were out gaining experience, the Immortal Sect couldn’t guarantee your survival either.
If you were weak and died, you might not even get a glance; they weren’t too heartless, it’s just that the cultivation world was too cruel.
How could one attain immortality and longevity?
It was by stepping over everyone else to soar to greater heights.
Lai Jianlin summoned the soil and large rocks from his storage bag and storage ring; the rocks turned into walls that protected him.
The soil became a small hill that he pressed down on his opponent, a classic “mountain toppling” move.
Moving mountains and seas wasn’t just mythology or something only the great powers in the cultivation world could do.
Right then, a disciple at the Foundation Establishment Stage had cast such a powerful spell, quickly turning the tables on his unprepared opponent, crushing him under the small hill.
The Golden Core Elders seated on the high platform couldn’t help but stand up; they wanted to applaud and cheer.